and it is called old navy dresses. i can’t stop buying them! seriously, going to cambridgeside just to pick up these numbers tonight/tomorrow morning.
between this and the williams sonoma outlet coming up on ruelala – i may eat ramen for the next two weeks. but, as will squealed in Elf, “I’m in love and I [...]
Entries from June 2009
June 26, 2009
i have a problem.
June 22, 2009
is this a joke?
seriously, i live in boston. not in seattle. not in london (and even there, it’s usually only foggy). what’s the issue here? it’s june 22 and i haven’t put in my air conditioner. my tan is gone. my hair is disasterously curly/frizzy thanks to the crap falling from the sky. SO GROSS. i hate it. [...]
June 15, 2009
monday things.
*this is hilarious. al roker? my hero.
*mat kearney. swoon. i can’t stop playing his new album.
*the other matt in my life. i almost fell off my chair mid-swoon last night.
*ruelala. you had me at tory burch. you broke my heart at the lack of flats. don’t you know i dream about those shoes? (well, at [...]
June 14, 2009
and so it is.
it never fails that the morning after a night like i just had, i will pout, put on some damien rice (blower’s daughter – hurts. my. heart.) and try to put it all out of my head.
it’s absurd how quickly you can spot your ex. you walk into a crowded bar, a stop ahead of [...]
June 12, 2009
what did i do
to deserve such weird roommates? let me get this straight, i’m 27. they are all of the same age/range yet they have no clue how to live on their own. add in to my happy little world an inappropriate amount of booze (and you know i love the booze), some pot (IN MY HALLWAY), an [...]
June 8, 2009
mother nature is dirty.
really, it’s going to rain the rest of the week? REALLY? this is the worst news i’ve heard today. well, on top of the lack of awesome-ness in the iPhone upgrade. really, you couldn’t make the back of it matte? or just a little thinner? or, you know, shatter proof? oh, dear friends, my iphone [...]
June 1, 2009
it’s always the same constant change.
I just spent 7 minutes (actual time, not guesstimate) trying to open a bottle of baileys. I needed it THAT bad. Monday picked me up and kicked me at least 3 times today. It took me over an hour to get to work. Hi, I live 4 T-stops away. FOUR. 2 medical emergencies and then [...]
